I stared out the car window watching the city blur past, and didn't bother asking where we were going.

It didn't matter anyway. Pete was driving but his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror every few seconds like he was watching a bomb about to go off.

I shifted in my seat, smoothing down my skirt for the third time. It was one of the nicer thing I owned being a simple black pencil skirt and a cream blouse Alex had gotten me last Christma. But sitting here in the back of Xander's sleek black ...